MTLNOVEL Ch. 3
Chapter 3: The Dragon King’s Men Are in Position, but the Protagonist Ran Away?
Inside the banquet hall, Lin Fan, whose heart was waging a battle between heaven and man, finally made up his mind.
So what if Chu Yun ran away?
Even if he left, the rest of the Chu family was still here! So were the countless elites of Jingdu City!
This show-off moment had to happen!
He took a deep breath, preparing to forcefully kick off his moment of glory.
He stealthily pulled out his phone and sent a group text:
[Enter the venue].
…
Outside the Wanhao Zhizun Hotel, in a shadowy corner.
Eight figures stood like statues, dressed in uniform black trench coats, their collars raised high, covering half their faces, revealing only pairs of sharp, eagle-like eyes.
They were the eight Heavenly Kings of the Asura Hall, each a formidable presence capable of shaking the underworld.
At this moment, they stood like the most devout followers, awaiting their sole divine command. Behind them was a large group of black-clad thugs, at least fifty or sixty strong, all elite members of the Asura Hall.
The lead Heavenly King, “Greedy Wolf,” glanced at his phone screen, which remained blank. His brows furrowed slightly.
“The Hall Master hasn’t sent the signal yet. What’s the situation inside?”
“Probably the timing isn’t right.”
The nearby “Army Breaker” spoke in a low voice,
“The Hall Master has planned for three years for this shocking moment. He must be waiting for that useless brother-in-law of the Chu family to push the atmosphere to its peak, so we can descend like thunder and display the Dragon King’s divine might!”
The group nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with fervent worship for the Hall Master and eager anticipation for the imminent moment of glory.
They could already imagine the stunned and horrified expressions on those mortals’ faces when the eight of them stormed into the banquet hall, knelt, and shouted, “Pay respects to the Dragon King!”
Just then,
Greedy Wolf’s phone screen finally lit up with a message from the Hall Master, containing just two words:
[Enter the venue].
Greedy Wolf’s spirit surged, his eyes bursting with a terrifying gleam!
He waved his hand sharply, his voice suppressed yet charged with excitement.
“The Hall Master has given the order. Enter the venue!”
“Yes!”
The eight Heavenly Kings’ aura shifted dramatically, as if they were eight unsheathed, peerless blades, exuding a heart-palpitating killing intent, ready to step through the grand doors symbolizing glory.
The fifty or sixty thugs behind them stood in grim silence, their polished leather shoes gleaming.
However,
Their feet had barely taken a step.
“Woo—woo—woo—”
The piercing sound of sirens tore through the night sky, growing closer by the second, soon resounding throughout the entire street!
A dozen police cars, their red and blue lights flashing wildly, illuminated the hotel entrance like daylight. Tires screeched sharply against the pavement, forming an impenetrable blockade around the hotel’s grand entrance!
The car doors swung open in unison.
Dozens of armed police officers poured out with disciplined precision, quickly forming an encirclement. The dark barrels of their guns were trained precisely on the eight Heavenly Kings, who were still processing the situation.
“Don’t move! Police!”
“Hands up! Squat down and hold your heads!”
A commanding shout, brimming with authority, exploded like thunder in the ears of the eight Heavenly Kings.
Greedy Wolf, Army Breaker, and the others were utterly dumbfounded.
What was going on?
This wasn’t how the script was written!
Shouldn’t they be met with shock and worship? How did it turn into flashing sirens and cold gun barrels?
“It’s a misunderstanding! We’re—”
Greedy Wolf instinctively tried to explain.
“Shut up!”
The lead officer, surnamed Huang, cut him off with a stern shout,
“We received a civilian report of a large-scale organized crime group illegally gathering here, attempting to cause trouble!”
“Are you the Asura Hall?”
“Warning! You’re suspected of organized crime!”
What?
The eight Heavenly Kings exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with absurdity and confusion.
The eight Heavenly Kings of the Asura Hall, feared across the four seas, were now being treated like common thugs, forced to squat with their hands on their heads?
Army Breaker lowered his voice, his tone dripping with disbelief: “Brother Greedy Wolf, the Hall Master… are we… are we getting arrested?”
This was an utter disgrace!
After all, the eight Hall Masters weren’t petty thugs. Each had their own enterprises, and some were even considered big shots. Yet now, they were supposed to cower like rats?
With no other choice, Greedy Wolf quietly sent a message to a Jingdu bigwig.
…
Inside the hotel banquet hall.
The sudden sound of sirens sent the already tense atmosphere into complete chaos.
Guests stood up, whispering and craning their necks, looking out the windows with uncertainty and alarm.
“What’s going on? Why are there so many police?”
“I heard they’re here to catch thugs! Right at the hotel entrance!”
“My God, on Old Master Chu’s birthday banquet, something like this happens? How inauspicious!”
The Chu family members’ faces grew uglier by the second, especially Chu Xiaotian and Li Wenfang, who felt as if their faces were being ground into the dirt.
But the person who most wanted to die was none other than Lin Fan.
He had just sent the “Enter the venue” signal, preparing to embrace his moment of glory, ready for the crowd’s worship.
But what he got instead was the police!
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, his body trembling slightly with extreme anger and frustration.
He didn’t dare go out.
After all, his current persona was the Chu family’s useless son-in-law. If he went out to explain that those were his men, his three years of enduring in silence would become a joke!
He could only watch helplessly, listening as the line he’d rehearsed countless times—“Don’t bully the young and poor”—along with his pent-up rage, was swallowed back down.
His face shifted from red to pale, then to green, and finally settled into a steely gray.
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Meanwhile, At the “Midnight Charm” bar, a dozen kilometers away.
Amid the deafening music, I, Chu Yun, lounged with my legs crossed, leisurely swirling the whiskey in my glass, watching a live-streamed video sent by Wang Aijun on my phone.
In the video, the once-mighty eight Heavenly Kings were lined up, obediently squatting against a wall with their hands on their heads, undergoing thorough questioning by the police uncles.
“Pfft—”
I nearly spat out my drink, my face unable to hide my amusement.
Keeping my achievements and fame hidden.
“Brother Yun, that was awesome!”
Wang Aijun, sitting beside me, was flushed with excitement,
“That move was pure genius! A dimensional strike!”
I chuckled and downed the rest of my drink.
Just then, the cold mechanical voice sounded in my mind—
[Ding! Host successfully disrupted the ‘Pay respects to the Dragon King’ plot, turning the face-slapping scene into a social death event. Slacking successful!]
[Reward: God-Level Medical Skills (Beginner)!]
[Ding! Detected strong resentment from the original protagonist Lin Fan. Resentment Value +600! Rewarded 60 Slacker Points!]
A vast and intricate knowledge of Chinese medicine flooded into my mind, as if I had been immersed in the craft for decades.
I gave a faint smile, feeling deeply satisfied.
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